#elsewhere

The transport to another part of texas was interesting... it felt, crowded, and Nessa would prefer to have space and her hooves on the ground, but here she was in a blimp. She did not freak out... much

When they arrived, she , Gerd, and the others were promptly put to work

She is almost surprised that she didn't leave visible grooves in the railing where she gripped the entire way there.

Gerd sheepiishly offered a clothe to blind fold her, not wanting it to sound like an insult. But that was then...

"This is it?" One local knight looks about at the seven as they work to help heal and fight nightmares " THIS is half of the Baroness forces?"

Nessa straightens up, and says primly. "I believe you will find that we are quite capable."

Gerd may notice that she has something hidden in her palm that she holds onto.

The Knight says "I hope so. "

"You will find," Sir Brynn says "That the Count has already recieved a message explaining my liege's generous nature" A bit of glint to his eyes.

His brother agrees "And if you doubt our mettle, well, we're too busy to prove it NOW, but... at your lieasure":

Gerd blushes. She is not one to fall for every pretty sidhe face but the twins are actually kind of sexy now , defending sparrow's name

Nessa whispers to Gerd, "They're a lot, right?"

"Disturbingly so" but she smiles a bit and then speaks up "Forgive us, sir knight" To the one loyal to the Count "Both Nessa and I are tall, so we were going to work with other trolls as I doubt you have any centaurs. Can you direct us to some?"

The knight mmmphs and points "YOu can't miss them" And he turns to attend to his own matters

They soon go to find some trolls working, lifting up chimerical wreckage off a pooka

The armadillo pooka looks bad, injured under there. The three trolls working include a paunchy older troll with a hard glare as if she resents being here, a teenage troll girl , guiding them "Little more to the left and then up", and an older wilder troll guy who is all grins as he works "Don't worry, little guy, we gotcha"

Nessa stands there looking worried - despite being large of size, her arms are not particularly strong. "Where are the healers set up? Let me take him there."

Gerd helps pull the guy out safely "oo I got him, Nessa" Gently gently. The other trolls let it fall now that he's clear

The smiling troll says "Tent is over there, big red butterfly on it"

And Gerd nods to Nessa

She asks the pooka kindly, "Can you walk? I'll give you an arm, or you may ride if that is easier." She has draped a canvas cloth over her back, much as a medic might wear a sturdy apron knowing that they will get gorey.

It somewhat detracts from the light and lovely floral motif of her peasant bodice that Dio went for, but it can't be helped.

The pooka groans

"I think that's a no" Gerd says worriedly

"Please lift him, I can steady him to the tent."

She can easily swivel to lift the childlings onto her back, but a full grown man, injured, requires a little delicacy.

"I got him" Gerd takes him carefully

the area around them, seems to have once been a city public park, but it is now a wreck, the dreaming view of it looks twisted, trees bent, clawed and gnawed on. A fountain gushes black water, tainted and impure.

The tent has cots

She moves to the tent and peeks in to see what the status of the healing is. How many on duty? Any casting cantrips, or just first aid for now?

Actually, she sees two healers in there doing a bit of both One is a silverhaired grump woman who looks exhausted already, and the other is a boggan lad who moves with a skill beyond his years when it comes to sutures

But they are over wrought

She starts to head in, then bumps an empty cot, and pauses. "Excuse me, madam healer?" To the grump.

"my word," She gapes "I heard centaurs were back, but didn't think I'd live long enough to see one. Name's Eirfrey. what can I do for you darling?"

"Can... can I ask you to..." She looks inside the tent, trying to gauge how many wounded are in there. Slipping a hand into her pocket, she touches something, then straightens her back, and speaks with confidence.

I hope I don't regret this... "Please have all of the wounded moved out next to the fountain for healing." Turning, she heads there before she can lose her nerve! Oh god oh god what if I can't DO it?

EirFrey arches a brow and looks at Gerd.

Gerd says "NEssa knows what she's doing, ma'am"

And Eir-Frey nods "All right, but the Fountain seems tainted"

She whispers to Gerd, "I hope you're right. Do you know any... witchy rhymes or spells about cleansing?" She smiles to the Troll, she saw her magnificent witch had earlier... probably joking, but, "I'd accept any help with a bunk if you wouldn't mind. Even if you don't know Spring, any help done with heart behind it can't hurt."

She has pulled out the leather satchel that she wears around her midsection, where she stores her herbs and flowers, and whatever new plants and cuttings she finds when out on walks. Today, she's filled it with everything she could think of for healing.

"Cleanse, amends, friends, tends..all come close. " A whisper

Is that a tawny-gold feather tucked in the pack? How did that get there?

She blinks, and smiles at it... blushing a little, and tucks that back in, NEXT to the one she had found on her own, and was touching in her pocket now and again for luck...

The wounded are brought in a circle about te Fountain

"Rose, lavender, sage and hay - healing headaches and joint paint. Stomach pain and sickness, wormwood, mint, and balm. Liquorice for the lungs, Comfrey to stop bleeding, Coriandre for fever, Myrrh for an antiseptic, mint to cleanse wounds..."

She focuses on the fountain, that dank and nasty water, sprinkling dried and a few fresh herbs onto it as she carefully walks around it.

"Chamomile to calm a racing heart, dittany for the nerves..." Lastly, she adds sage, "For cleansing."

She takes that feather out of her pouch, gives it a kiss, and drops it into the fountain. "And a gift from one I cherish." Her cheeks, reddening, Gerd is certainly close enough to overhear.

Gerd is a troll and keeps troll face

She holds out her hands over the still waters, and... glamour fizzles. Her eyes snap open and she shifts a hoof, worriedly.

Her expression goes stern, and she plunges her hands into the muck. A stamp of a back hoof, and she WILLS the Spring magic to flow, forcing her own glamour into the water!